i got a number on me, i got a number won't make it through the high noon sun

REST IN PEACE WOLF PARADE LYRIC BOT 2020–2023 FUCK BILLIONAIRES

my baby woke from an awful dream of rotten tropics by the sea just up from her father's place cutting through some empty space

we've both been very brave walk around with both legs fight the scary day we both pull the tricks out of our sleeves

why're you looking lost when you're standing right beside me you were turning off open up your eyes you're sleeping

take me back in time back to montreal slow dancing by the kitchen table to “love is not pop” by el perro del mar

people you used to love people here and gone people up in this house people memory home memory home memory home memory home

"why do you cry, arpeggio?" cried the arpeggiator cried the arpeggio: "because you cry, arpeggiator"

i am a stranger to religion's fear i have no claim to the tears of the queer but i know it keeps the blind man's white cane near the blind man keeps the white cane near

we'll be home then, we'll be home then we can sing and we'll be home then

they got married on a tuesday night in april her sister as a witness, and her sister's man

i wonder if all the beaches in all your holiday towns will turn to giant shining earrings against the cheek of the sea when finally this supernova goes down

the king he swears all is not lost but you know these pigs they love the trough

cloud shadow on the mountain, cloud shadow on the plains cloud shadow make an island nation on the fabric of this terrain

staying up all night and my mind is leaking i can feel the waves of fear come creep in thought they moved the stars while we were sleeping no one would believe us now

like a fool on fire to the water so blue i will come undone and i will run to you

i heard all your reasons i heard all your plans i have seen the seasons clutched up in your hands

wish we'd been alive before the world was bright i would've painted you in the town square under a purple sky

as if you didn't know that it would sting kissing the beehive and pissing down the mountainside in the rain

they want your heart they want your heart they want your heart they want your heart

i keep my head up tight, i make my plans at night and i don't sleep, i don't sleep, i don't sleep 'til it's light